A/N: this is just a bunch of randomly hilarious conversations held between our favorite CSI's.
They have nothing to do with each other, but everything is about some sort of pairing.
…. Wheaties??
GregxNick (Nicks POV)
I chuckled to myself as a very pissed off Greg Sanders stormed towards the car and me. Damn, Sara said he was mad about failing his proficiency, but I didn't know he was this mad! He must have really screwed up.He saw the keys in my hand and scowled. He came up close to me and folded his arms across his chest. He was so close to me I could have touched his nose with my tongue.
"Can I drive?" He looked WAY too hopeful. "Nope." He backed up and did the cutest thing I've ever seen. "Why not?" He whined and stamped his foot like a little girl. I smiled. He was asking for it. "Because you don't have boobs." He rolled his eyes. "So what? I thought you said last night that boobs didn't do anything for you, Mr. Queer."
Mr. Queer? That's new. He'll have that verified tonight…
"So." I threw the keys up in the air and caught them before Greg could breathe. "I'm still driving." He gave me the finger and climbed into the passenger seat. I laughed and got in the driver's seat. MY seat. I put my hand on his thigh and looked into his chocolate eyes.
"Who pissed in your wheaties?"